When she had first come here Scylla had been divested of her supplies before she could figure out where she might need to put them. The toilet paper in particular seemed to be a hit. She hadn't had much of any time to talk to Virgo before the other senshi was moving off.

The first floor, it seemed, was where many of the medical supplies were being kept. It was lovely and simple, with a pool that she assumed could have once been for swimming. Maybe. The Outpost was four stories tall in all and she hadn't seem what was on the other floors. The architecture here was reminiscent of her own world, but it didn't feel as wild. It didn't bring back feelings of home. Scylla grasped the Messian gems around her neck, the remnants of her own planet that she carried with her. They were cold, pulsing gently, a heavy reminder that this was alien, but not home. She moved up to the second floor, wondering idly if she were going to be the lucky one on whom the stairs would collapse, and if she would plummet back to the first floor.

They didn't, and she stepped onto the second floor safely. It was mostly just a spare area from what she could see, now lined with sleeping bags. There were plants, dense and overgrown, peeking in through windows. Between them were tapestries and she moved around to each one of them, trailing her fingers over the wall reverently- careful not to touch the threadbare tapestry. She really didn't want to incur Elke's wrath for wrecking her house. it was a lot of eeriee to see the mosaic of human sacrifice, yet somehow that was the one that drew her attention the most. The red stains on the floor made her nose wrinkle, trying to step carefully around them.

On to the third floor. Scylla almost tripped on her way up, the chains on her heeled shoes jingling as she caught herself. The third floor was more closed in, with several doors. Gauging by the crumbling stairs the rumored bathrooms had better be on this floor. Please let them be on this floor. I really don't want to try and skip the stairs. She slipped from room to room, peeking in doors and examining the bathrooms. (Two of them were in use. She could come back later.)

It was the last room she came to that made her give a squawk, leaning against the wall. Them was bones. She moved forward, cautious, morbidly curious as to the shimmer on the skeleton's chest. Kneeling, she reached out, brushing a hand over the medal. The symbol on it was mildly familiar. Why was this the only body she'd found? Where had the others gone?